The bar was crowded in the arvo dinAnd the voices got higher and higherFor the man at the back with the tickets in his hatHe would have to do more than aspire toA place with some light on the sand near a beachA place near some green running waterPlace on the hill with a view of the seaAnd the cooking was done by his daughter

If the quinella comes in today

The day is late and the race is runA full weeks wages and the lots been done'cause the meeting is over and the crowd has thinnedIn the game of chance the dice has rolled it's spinAnother long week, lady luck makes it plainHis dreams and his hopes are dashed in vainIn the final shout as they call his nameHis tickets lie like scattered leaves out on that asphalt plain

Looking around for the moment that's rightLottery life well the numbers are tightAs they try one more pull on the handle too lateHe thinks of what could be it sticks in his throat